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Z OLA STOOD BEHIND JAKE, LOOKING over his shoulder at the computer screen. He was busily updating his profile on the hotwifing forum, making it clear that he now had a wife to offer to the other members. As far as Zola could tell, the forum was a place where men could talk about their wives, post photos of them naked, and invite the other men on the forum to come and enjoy them. And not just enjoy the photos, but actually enjoy the wife, in person, with or without her husband present. It seemed to Zola that most of the wives were quite into it too, posing seductively in lingerie and writing messages on their bodies to specific men on the forum they wanted to meet up with.
It had taken Zola quite a few days to get used to the idea of it. She still wasn’t fully comfortable with it, not by a long shot, but she had decided to pretend that she was. She pretended for Jake’s benefit. She wanted him to be interested in her again, she wanted to excite him, and she wanted her relationship with him to work. If this was what it took then she was prepared to go all the way.
“Okay,” Jake said, now it’s time to take the photos.
Zola nodded. He’d explained the procedure to her already and she’d been prepared for this. She’d tied up her hair, put on makeup and gotten dolled up in the kinkiest lingerie she owned. Because it was a website for men to show off their wives, she’d decided to wear white. She wanted to be reminiscent of a bride. White silk stockings went up to her thighs and were connected with garters to her white, satin corset.
Jake handed her a thick, black marker.
“What’s this for?”
“You have to write our username and the date on your body.”
“Why?”
“So that they know we’re for real. Otherwise someone could just post pictures of a naked woman they found on the internet and we wouldn’t be able to tell if she was really his wife or not.”
“Oh,” Zola said.
She’d had no idea how serious they took this. It went far beyond casually sharing pictures of your wife. You had to verify that the pictures were real, and you had to be willing to let the other men on the forum meet up with your wife and fuck her. It still made Zola’s head spin when she thought about it.
“What’s our username again?” she said.
“Jakes_slut_01.”
Zola couldn’t believe what she was doing. She took the marker and wrote Jakes_slut_01 on her stomach, right above her vagina. Underneath, she wrote the date.
“That’s perfect,” Jake said. “Now get up on the sofa.”
Zola did as she was told and sat on the sofa. “You’re going to be hiding my face, right?”
“No way.”
“What? I saw the other wives’ photos. Some of them had blurred their faces.”
“We’re not blurring your face, Zola. You’re my wife and I want all of these guys to know you when they see you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m really committed to this, Zola, and it’s only respectful to let them see your face.”
“But I saw lots of women hide their faces in the pictures.”
“I want to know that if any one of them ever sees you in public, if they see you in the grocery store or wherever, they know that they can have you. They know that you’re their property too.”
“Jake!” Zola said. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “But that’s not what they’ve done with their wives.”
“That’s because they’re doing it wrong. I’m going to show them your face, I’m going to tell them where we live, I’m going to bring this hotwifing to a whole new level.”
“You’re going to tell them where we live?”
“Yes. You’re going to be the wife of every man on the forum. That’s the way I want it.”
“Is that even safe?”
“Jesus, Zola. Just spread your legs and show me your cunt.”
Zola felt as if she’d been slapped in the face. She felt as if Jake was punishing her somehow, deliberately trying to humiliate her and show her how little she meant to him.
She sat there and
Z OLA STOOD BEHIND JAKE, LOOKING over his shoulder at the computer screen. He was busily updating his profile on the hotwifing forum, making it clear that he now had a wife to offer to the other members. As far as Zola could tell, the forum was a place where men could talk about their wives, post photos of them naked, and invite the other men on the forum to come and enjoy them. And not just enjoy the photos, but actually enjoy the wife, in person, with or without her husband present. It seemed to Zola that most of the wives were quite into it too, posing seductively in lingerie and writing messages on their bodies to specific men on the forum they wanted to meet up with.
It had taken Zola quite a few days to get used to the idea of it. She still wasn’t fully comfortable with it, not by a long shot, but she had decided to pretend that she was. She pretended for Jake’s benefit. She wanted him to be interested in her again, she wanted to excite him, and she wanted her relationship with him to work. If this was what it took then she was prepared to go all the way.
“Okay,” Jake said, now it’s time to take the photos.
Zola nodded. He’d explained the procedure to her already and she’d been prepared for this. She’d tied up her hair, put on makeup and gotten dolled up in the kinkiest lingerie she owned. Because it was a website for men to show off their wives, she’d decided to wear white. She wanted to be reminiscent of a bride. White silk stockings went up to her thighs and were connected with garters to her white, satin corset.
Jake handed her a thick, black marker.
“What’s this for?”
“You have to write our username and the date on your body.”
“Why?”
“So that they know we’re for real. Otherwise someone could just post pictures of a naked woman they found on the internet and we wouldn’t be able to tell if she was really his wife or not.”
“Oh,” Zola said.
She’d had no idea how serious they took this. It went far beyond casually sharing pictures of your wife. You had to verify that the pictures were real, and you had to be willing to let the other men on the forum meet up with your wife and fuck her. It still made Zola’s head spin when she thought about it.
“What’s our username again?” she said.
“Jakes_slut_01.”
Zola couldn’t believe what she was doing. She took the marker and wrote Jakes_slut_01 on her stomach, right above her vagina. Underneath, she wrote the date.
“That’s perfect,” Jake said. “Now get up on the sofa.”
Zola did as she was told and sat on the sofa. “You’re going to be hiding my face, right?”
“No way.”
“What? I saw the other wives’ photos. Some of them had blurred their faces.”
“We’re not blurring your face, Zola. You’re my wife and I want all of these guys to know you when they see you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m really committed to this, Zola, and it’s only respectful to let them see your face.”
“But I saw lots of women hide their faces in the pictures.”
“I want to know that if any one of them ever sees you in public, if they see you in the grocery store or wherever, they know that they can have you. They know that you’re their property too.”
“Jake!” Zola said. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “But that’s not what they’ve done with their wives.”
“That’s because they’re doing it wrong. I’m going to show them your face, I’m going to tell them where we live, I’m going to bring this hotwifing to a whole new level.”
“You’re going to tell them where we live?”
“Yes. You’re going to be the wife of every man on the forum. That’s the way I want it.”
“Is that even safe?”
“Jesus, Zola. Just spread your legs and show me your cunt.”
Zola felt as if she’d been slapped in the face. She felt as if Jake was punishing her somehow, deliberately trying to humiliate her and show her how little she meant to him.
She sat there and
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